#theghostkid

( francis is a good boi who does nothing wrong. danny on the other hand got pretty high wrath probably entirely directed at paradise )

“Everything seems clear. Though I suppose that’s given when you tell the local ghosts you’re transporting Blood Blossoms.”

MJ thought aloud as she check the boxed delivery after making a round on her route to clear out ghosts. Directly hurting an unrelated monster would bring unwanted attention to her and her “business”. Now, making mass deliveries herself was unusual, but that was expected as a monster selling to a human. She was the only one that looked human in the club, It seemed like a lot of work, especially since growing Blood Blossoms was illegal, but it was well worth it for 200 million human dollars.

✘ 𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪

Yuuichi had finally gone to sleep after a restless night of nightmares ...Ken Kaneki was still recovering... and in a hospital gown, sweat pants, and slippers, but had gotten up to walk the hallways. He had certainly met a unique few people here already; but the last thing he expected was someone to appear from literally nowhere.

The flash was so blinding he thought he blacked out... And when he opened his eyes again ...A body of a young man lay before him.

“  ...A-Ah? ...H-Hello?? “

Oh god ..Did I attack someone? ...O-Oh ...god is there blood? Panicked thoughts swirled in his mind ....he didn’t know whether to call for help or check if he was dead himself.

“ ....A-Are you okay?? ”

Silence ....When Ken was convinced that they were unconscious or dead, he finally approached and knelt beside him, he could see him breathing, okay good.

Kaneki managed to carry him to a little lounge area... setting him on the couch... It was very early in the morning, not many were awake at these hours, but the young man didn’t seem hurt at least... Finally the one-eyed sat down on a nearby chair with a weary sigh... holding his head in his hands ....quiet.

What did I do? ...What was that light? I’m sure I blacked out.....Sh-Should I call for help?

He was so afraid ...he couldn’t trust himself anymore ...that was for certain.

{ ☼ }

“Alright, kid--give me yer best!”

Laine made a ‘bring it on’ gesture, holding a practice sword in her other hand. She was less interested in his swordsmanship (though that was still something she was looking out for) than she was in his ghostly abilities. How would he use them in combat with a weapon, if at all

Well, maybe she’d find out.

{ α }

“Danny.”

Deana placed her hands on her hips, cheeks puffed in slight indignation that he would try to lie to her, before she sighed and placed her hand carefully on the battered boy’s shoulder. “Alright. You do not have to tell me who did it. But we should still get you some help, no? We cannot leave you like this.”

   { ✨ } In retrospect, maybe paint-travel wasn’t the smartest route to take to get back into Casper High in the middle of the night to search for her missing ring, but god if she didn’t feel like she was going to rub her finger raw without its comforting presence. This couldn’t wait until morning, she’d decided.

   Now she wasn’t feeling quite so sure of that, what with the eerie green blast of light that shot down the opposite end of the hall from around the corner. Dawn froze, her top half hanging out of the student painting she’d snapped a quick photo of on the tour earlier (just in case tomorrow ended up being too much and she had to bail), fingers twitching against the edge of the canvas uncertainly. She bit back the urge to call out a ‘hello’, because that was way too dumb-horror-movie-character for her tastes (not that she was entirely sure her vocal chords even worked right now--sometimes they didn’t, when she was startled).

Munday Asks

     This is a hard one, but I think it really comes down to meeting so many wonderful people while roleplaying both here and elsewhere. Like, for example, @haert-made-fullmetal @theghostkid and @edwards-shadow just to name a few.

@theghostkid

     It had only been a matter of time before Denny Phantom pushed things too far... The renegade, the joker, the classic fool. He got too comfortable, too cheeky, and too sloppy. And this time, nobody would be there to catch him when he fell. Who would care for the demise of a mere irritant, a frustrating thorn in the side of every party at play?

     And now, Denny had paid the price for this arrogance, it seemed.

     The explosive cacophony of it all had been heard for miles around, and undoubtedly was the reason anyone bothered to investigate. But now, all that remained was a battlefield, and a ruined hideout. The ramshackle treehouse he’d once maintained as a hideout was in ruins, burnt and broken. The remains of a few supply crates were smoldering nearby, the contents ruined. And there... There was the cause of it all, the Perfect Clone himself.

     He lay in the grass, silent and still. This time, however, was different from the usual lazy dozing... Denny was in human form, and it revealed a grisly reality most could have overlooked before. As a ghost, one might have just thought he looked skeletal and deathly due to being, well, dead, but now... Now the truth was written all over him, tracing his sharp cheekbones and worn, calloused fingers. Much as he’d laughed and chuckled and taunted, this life had been harsh to him. This was not the appearance of someone who had been living comfortably.

     Why hadn’t he come to them, all that time? Pride? Disdain? Fear?

     For a moment, one might have thought it to already be too late. But, his chest rose and fell with ragged, weak gasps, drawing air into a broken body wracked with pain. Judging just from a cursory glance, many of his bones were fractured, or even worse... Yet they failed to mend, for there was no energy with which to do so.